See ya later Wheezy....

I drove my little red car for the last time today.  Kinda sad, but mostly a relief since it had this annoying habit of having something expensive break every 4-6 weeks.  We had some good times, me and Wheezy, but we also had some not so good ones....like when she quit in the middle of I-15 during rush hour traffic, or when her AC stopped working and none of the windows or sun roof would open right at the hottest part of the summer.  Come to think of it, I don't think I'll miss her that much after all.  I can't even find a picture to post of poor Wheezy except the ones you can see here, and I didn't think to take one of her before I drove her over to the dealership to drop her off.  Wheezy has been replaced by a new feller though....Ladies and gents I'd like to introduce you to Ron Bird.

  

Here's hoping Ron and I have a long happy life together.  

A little song for your entertainment....

The ballad of Labor Day

(sung to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies theme)

Come listen to a story of a big blue tent.  It got packed in the car and off to the lake it went.  The tent went up and the beds went in, and that my friends, is where the fun begins.

Labor Day, camping, Palisades.

(not actual tent, but it looks like this...trust me)

We opened up the door when we had to use the loo, and to our surprise we found a gnome with a hat of blue.  He was cute and he was funny but we weren't really sure, just what the heck he was there for.

Roaming that is, bearded, outside the tent. 

Well we discovered that the gnome was a project for a class, pictures captured every hour by a photo taking lass. When the clock hit the time for the picture to be took, the lass was missing so we went to go look.

In the lake that is, rubber raft, shipwrecked.   

Well we laughed about the raft, till everyone was sick, watching Ali and Jennie do a doggy paddle kick.  Then family secrets were revealed that others said were old, but it was new and funny to those who were never told.

About Granny that is, pill bottles, radish seeds.

There were tent pegs in feet because Nat’s a hillbilly, then she got into her bed and got stung by a huge bee. But the best fun of all was to be had the next 2 nights thanks to a guest dressed all in black and white. 

A skunk that is, smelly, not a cat.

(also not actual skunk....I wasn't getting that close)

The skunk ate our trash and tried to get in the tent, but he couldn’t find a hole so off into the night he went.  He came back the next night and he worked his way right in, then he poked his little nose around until he found din din.

Muffins that is, chocolate, not poppy seed.

(he nibbled the rest, but ate a ton of the chocolate...smart skunk)

Now the trip is over and we had lots of fun, even if we did get just a little too much sun.  Come back next September and you’ll be sure to hear, all of the adventures that wait for us next year. 

Oh that's gonna peel, back to work tomorrow, so long summer!

It's done!

Ok, really its' been done for like 2 weeks but I'm just now getting around to posting a picture.  

I think it turned out well (especially since I didn't have to bind it...thanks to Grandma Carter!).  Feel free to be impressed.  

and yes....that is in fact Captain Kirk's foot in the background.  How clever of you to notice.  

What did you do this weekend?

I went camping.

I stayed in this:

Which reminds me of this:

This was my ride:

I spent a lot of time looking at these views:

And sitting around this:

I'm ready to go back now.  

It's coming together.....

Sewing the last few blocks together

The top is finished!!!!

Oh My Hail!

Look at me....I'm domestic!

Or at least I am going to try to be.  My favorite blanket from my Grandma is wearing out so I got a wild hair and decided that I'm going to make a new one so I can put the old one way and keep it from falling totally apart.  I marched myself down to the Hobby Lobby this evening and got that fabric to start making the top.  Do I know how to do this?  Well sorta....this should be interesting.....to say the least.

Top:  My Favorite Old Blanket
Bottom:  My Soon to be New Blanket

Happy 4th of July Everyone!

I started my celebrations by melting my brains out in 98 degree heat while waiting for Stadium of Fire to start.

The fireworks and my good buddy Brad Douglas Paisley were worth it though.

What are your plans????

Ooooooooh!

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Wooooooooow!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

The white blur in the middle of the pic is Brad....I promise.

I almost forgot the most awesome part......

Don't be too jealous that you don't have one too. 

Meet Max...mild mannered cat.....

(this pic is from christmas so picture him bigger and not so blurry)

Max is my parent's cross-eyed (no lie...he's totally cross eyed) cat.  Max is a real weirdo.  He walks kinda crooked (I'm assuming that has something to do with the crossed eyes) He's a pest.  He has an interspecies crush on Maggie the dog. He makes me sneeze and causes my eyeballs swell up.   He will chase anything and has a strange obsession with bare feet.  He likes to bite bare feet...a lot.  He lays in wait for unsuspecting people to walk by so he can ambush their feet.  I pretty much hate him.  Typical cat right?  

WRONG!

Over memorial day weekend I discovered Max's secret.  He's actually an evil genius cat and all of his weirdness is just a front.  You know, kinda like Clark Kent and the glasses?  He pretends to be not so bright, but really he's plotting to take over the world.  How did I discover this you ask?  Well, allow me to explain.  Whilst in Beaver for the long holiday weekend we decided it would be fun to sleep out in the back yard.  So, like any self respecting lazy person I made my Dad set up the tent.  Before long it was decided that the nephew and niece type kiddos would be joining in on the fun so we blew up air mattresses, scavenged for blankets and pillows, refereed an epic battle over who got to sleep next to who, and finally settled in for the night.  Before going to sleep we locked the evil genius cat on the back porch and carefully zipped up the tent tightly.  Cut to 1 am.....when I feel evil little kitty paws making their way up my legs.  WTC? (what the crap? for those of you who don't speak text lingo..ahem...Mom)  How did evil genius cat get in the tent you ask?  Well I asked myself the same question.  After some investigation we discovered that not only had the cat somehow orchestrated his escape from his porch prison, but he had also managed to figure out how to UNZIP THE FREAKING TENT.  How did he do it?  I don't know and that wasn't something I wanted to ponder at 1 am.  So I threw the furry beast out of the tent, and zipped it up tight, this time pulling the zipper pulls inside the tent to prevent any more break-ins.  As I lay there basking in the glow of my cell phone screen trying to go back to sleep I hear a small rustling sound.....my eyes shoot to the zipper at the bottom of then tent where a little yellow paw is working at the zipper until it can squeeze through and grab the pull cords.  You can see where this is going right?  A few short minutes later we have a furry tent mate again. This process was repeated twice before I gave up and just let the pest stay in the tent. EVIL GENIUS I tell ya.  Right now it's doors and tent zippers, pretty soon he'll be hot wiring cars, robbing banks and building death rays in the garage.  Don't say I didn't warn you. 

Drip drop drip little April......

....snow storm? It just doesn't have the same ring to it.

My lucky streak continues....

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****End Disclaimer****

The postman has brought yet another treat to my house.  Today I received this in the mail.  You know when the envelope has a note that starts out "Dear Jesus" it's gonna be good.

I opened the letter to find a treasure beyond measure.  A PRAYER RUG (which oddly enough looks more like a big piece of paper to me, but who am I to question it?) SOAKED WITH THE POWER OF PRAYER!

Also included I received my own personal sealed prophetic word.

(Note the seal....this stuff is for real people!)

And some very specific instructions as to how this prayer rug was supposed to be used.  

Based on the testimonials that were included with the 'rug' I'm pretty sure this is totally LEGIT.  I'm gonna go use it right now and mark off pretty much all of the things on the list, so I can get this sucker back in the mail and then kick back and wait for the blessings to roll in.  Then I'm gonna go hunt down some boy scouts and throttle them because I'm pretty sure they sold my address to the weirdo solicitation of the month club.

(also for the record....I stared at the rug for a long time and there was no opening of eyes....I think I must have got a defective one.)

I hesitate to post this....

......for fear of the jealousy it may spark in many of you who read it, but I just have to share my news.  We stopped to pick up our mail today after church and there was a treasure waiting for me.  What was it you ask?  Well you see, it was a chance for me to save the Lakota Children.....and with that chance I also received a bounty of gifts.

Stickers, a calendar, notebooks and the Piece de Resistance.....A genuine DREAM CATCHER!  I am ECSTATIC!!!  Feathers, pseudo buckskin, and even little wind chimes!  I am beside myself with joy.  In case you're not familiar please feast upon this fine literature that accompanied my treasure:

But it doesn't stop there...oh no....there is more if you can believe it.  I also got a certificate and a genuine (computer generated) authentic letter from a honest to goodness Lakota child.  

How can I possibly turn down such an opportunity?  They even took the time to find a font that looked like an 11 year old wrote it......and dammit....they drink too much!  

I'm going to go admire my dream catcher now while I ponder this, but I'll leave you with some parting words...... 

Wakan Tanka Kici Un

Dear Utah,

I'm not sure if you got the message.....but it's MARCH!!!

I have a problem......

.......a big one.

I'm totally addicted.

Jimmer=Amazing

The End. 

Sebastian????? Is that you????

So this evening as I lounged around watching TV my attention was caught by a commercial for this:

and I thought to myself....oh that looks tasty and delicious.  That thought was still running through my brain when I see and hear this (well not this exactly because this is youtube and I was watching a commercial for disney cruise line, but you get the picture):

Does this seem wrong to anyone besides me????

To the cute little kestrel...

....who so visciously attacked the little bird that lives in my carport and tore him to shreds.  You are my hero.  I will admit that I don't like birds of any sort, but you now hold a special place in my heart and in the heart of my car for keeping this from happening again.

(actual bird not pictured due to the scraps of other bird hanging from it's blessed little beak)